I was headed for my room after dinner when Prince Frederick called out to me. He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. He looked just like his father, if he hadn't been leaning against the wall. I smiled at him.
"What is it Frederick?"
"Why are you hanging out with the new guy so much?"
"Excuse me?" I asked, confused.
"You heard me." I grabbed him and dragged him to my room before releasing him, as he yanked from me.
"You do realize the 'new guy' is your Uncle right? Just like your Uncle Henry?"
"So? Why should I care? I've never met him before and he's way older than you think Gilbert!" He grumbled.
"And? You're not being awesome! Tell me what has you acting like such an Austrian." I demanded. He glared at me and punched me in the jaw before I knew what happened. I rubbed my jaw, it wasn't broken and it only slightly hurt. But still… it was the concept. I glared at him as he spoke to me.
"Don't you dare call me an Austrian! I'm a Prussian Prince and proud of it!" He yelled, furious. I tackled him, dragging him to the ground.
"I've been in way more fights than you could ever hope to enter! How dare you hit me! Why are you being so unawesome!"
"Hey! Hey!" Abelard and Henry burst through the doors and pulled us apart.
"What's going on Prince Frederick?" Prince Henry demanded.
"Nothing." He spat.
"Yeah right! If it was nothing you'd-"
"Gilbert, hold your tongue." Abelard demanded. I was furious but I pulled short of retaliating. It was probably what Fritz called 'hormones'. He said that those make one act more aggressive and strange. "We should take you to go see His Majesty so he can get this cleared up." Frederick yanked away from Henry and I copied him as I watched him give me one last glare before leaving the room. "Prince Henry may-"
"I'm on it Abelard." Henry stated, heading for the door.
"Let's get you bath water and ready for bed shall we?" I glared at him.
"I'm only going to say this once Abelard. Leave." I watched him stare at me for a moment before he nodded.
"I'll be back in a bit Gilbert." He replied, heading for the door. When he was out, I slammed it shut and fell down, keeping my back against the door. I pulled my legs to my chest and crossed my arms before laying my head on my arms, frowning, the anger quickly seeping away. I heard a tweet.
"What's wrong Gilbert?"
"Not right now Gilbird. Just… go away." I hid my face from him. He tweeted a little song but a few minutes later he hopped on my window sill, clicking his beak against the glass.
"I'll go find something to eat." I ignored him as he flew off into the night in search of more dinner.